Tree hugging hippie crap

Bando de ganzóinas, vedes o que essa merda faz?!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/6917003.stm

Rīga spirit(s)

To all the Erasmus boys and girls, check this out: I don't drink alcohol except on special occasions. The problem is, for me life is a special occasion. Tough luck. So I brought Rīgas Melnais Balzam, Żubrówka, Kaznacheyskaya and Русский стандарт. Some say that might be enough, but it's hard to quit a healthy routine like we had in Rēznas. Thus I took action and solved that problem as well.





Балтика 3, 5, 6 and 7 available.
Praise the Ukrainians!

Patronato

As confederações patronais pretendem que venha a ser possível o despedimento por motivos políticos ou ideológicos, defendendo por isso o fim do artigo da Constituição que impede esta possibilidade. Em conunicado, estas confederações defendem ainda a limitação da greve aos interesses colectivos profissionais.

http://tsf.pt/online/economia/interior.asp?id_artigo=TSF182252

Agora alguém acredita nas boas intenções desta gentalha?
Se não é esta a hora de tomar as ruas, não sei quando será!

O Sermão

Se o Padre António Vieira tivesse uma coluna no DN, esses malvados peixes tinham entrado todos na linha. Felizmente, na nossa época há ainda paladinos da virtude, como João César das Neves, eminente economista, que não tem nada contra os homossexuais, apesar de achar que são uma aberração.

http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/07/16/opiniao/o_futuro_previsivel_sociedade_ondula.html

Amén.

Sicko

Agora que esse desvairado do Michael Moore voltou a botar o dedo na ferida, desta feita com o sistema de saúde vigente nos EUA, estalou nova bronca. A comparação dos cuidados médicos nos EUA e em Cuba trouxe à ribalta o ranking da OMS de sistemas de saúde. Ficam uns realces:

1 France
2 Italy
3 San Marino
...
12 Portugal
...
37 United States of America
38 Slovenia
39 Cuba
...
103 Iraq
104 Armenia
105 Latvia
...
188 Democratic Republic of the Congo
189 Central African Republic
190 Myanmar

Gostava de conhecer os critérios...

Antologia do hip-hop francês

Vi isto enquanto tomava café, e pareceu-me extremamente apropriado. Fatal Bazooka - Trankillement. Hip-hop francês no seu melhor.

Chapada de luva branca

Muito se fala agora da flexinsegurança ou lá o que é como o remédio para esta economia pobrezinha que temos por cá. Depois apontam-se exemplos contraditórios para deitar fumo nos olhos. Mas fica aqui algo interessante:

Querem mesmo aprender com a Autoeuropa?
um post do blog Arrastão

Eurotrip, final credits

Now that the thing is over, there are a few things that should be mentioned.

Best hostel: Goodbye Lenin, in Krakow.
Worst hostel: the hooker place, close to Byalistok.

A big FUCK YOU to:
- Polish and Lithuanian drivers, 'cause they suck;
- Romanian truckers, 'cause the get me late all the time;
- the Kaczynski brothers, just because;
- the French and their prices;
- that prick in Barcelona who refused to help us find an address;
- the Portuguese governments since 1976, 'cause the Spanish live better than us but they pay less for the fuel, namely 95 unleaded.

A big THANK YOU to:
- Pierre, my technical advisor;
- Everybody in Reznas who helped load the car;
- Lois, in Lodz, for showing us around;
- Kasia and her friends in Krakow, for guidance and advice;
- Fred, whose energy is quite an inspiration;
- Katka's mom, for a great meal;
- Joana, in Budapest, for the food, the roof and the tour;
- the guys at the cemetery in Gyor;
- the Mrak family, for the great hospitality;
- the whole group in Ljubljana, for such a complete tour of the local ways;
- Giacomo and his family and friends, in Torino, for their great hospitality also;
- Rafa and Carlos, in Madrid, for the tour, the general help and the calimocho;
- Claudia and her family, for the first real Portuguese meal in months;
- and Marco, for letting me crash on my last night out.

Best travel group ever:
- Danka and Katka, playing a tough role in a men's world. Girls, it really was a prostitution motel. It's good that you're so innocent, but try to pay more attention to details...;
- Matevz, great photographer and better verbal ass-kicker;
- Frederic, outstanding navigator. Top score for Budapest;
- Ziga, never in modern History has such a lazy bitch done so much :) You lasted longest and I salute you for that!

And to wrap it up, the three people without whom this trip would never have happened:
- Helen, for the unconditional support;
- Martins, for all the amazing help with the car.
- the driver...

Latvia - Lithuania - Poland - Slovakia - Hungary - Austria - Slovenia - Italy - France - Spain - Portugal
Quite a ride...

Eurotrip em Português

Estimado(a) leitor(a):

até agora, os relatos desta viagem ficaram resumidos em inglês. À medida que tiver tempo, acrescentarei relatos mais detalhados, com fotoreportagem, a estas últimas postas. À medida que tiver tempo, que não será tão cedo. Fica o aviso, vão vendo como isto desenvolve.

Eurotrip, day 22

Eurotrip is not over until I empty all the luggage, so I saw the University, hit the road again, and in 2 hours I reach Leiria. VIP as I am, I was saluted by a squad of F-16s flying low. Prestige.

It's good to be home. From Reznas iela 10c, to Estrada da Figueira da Foz 165.

Rezna brought me home safe. Best of luck to all the others!

Eurotrip, day 21

Early bird gets the worm. In my case, the parking bill. Ouch. I left the boys sleeping and took on a bigger challenge: another 500 km, this time alone. My trip comes to an end, they have a few more days in Valencia.

Again I must emphasize that Spain is a desert. Unbelievable. I had lunch in Salamanca, crossed the border, felt the difference, and lept riding. Dinner at Claudia's, to deliver another packet, and off to Aveiro. First night in a place I know, first meeting with the locals... I'm almost almost almost there...

Eurotrip, day 20

The tapas are indeed the greatest thing the Spanish thought of, next to leaving Portugal alone. Rafa took us to a place where we payed for two beers and ate like pigs for hours. Great service, I must say. Another nice walk around the center, to get a general idea before the gay crowd hit the streets.

Then the gay crowd hit the streets. Madrid disappeared underneath it. One hour to move 100m with ready elbows and the ass so tight I wouldn't shit for another week. I really felt threatened! Crazy night. Just a bit of calimocho for the way, 'cause my time is almost done...

Eurotrip, day 19

The hardest thing a man can do is to cross half of Spain in a beaten-up old car. That place is a desert. We took 12 hours to get to Madrid, and we were baking for the whole time. Rezna keeps blinking. Her feelings must be hurt.

As we got to Madrid, Rafa managed the hostel and parking, then got us in calimocho mood, with Carlos' help, while talking about the huge party on the streets of the city. There was a huge party alright... EuroPride... They were everywhere...

Anyway, I have to say that the modus operandi of the young Spaniards is quite similar to the Portuguese way: drink outside, piss outside, do whatever you want outside and simply ignore the police. I came back past 6. Home is closer, I can feel it.

Eurotrip, day 18

We almost missed check-out time, but there was a cheaper hostel in the next street, so we left the luggage and started walking around. We beat half of the city, then watched a profesional break-dance group (better than the kids in Krakow) begging for money, and then split. The Slovenians took the hard mission of static observation of weirdos, and Frederic and I went for the hills. Long day, nice places, and a savage destruction night at the hostel. Hooray for the salespersons at La Rambla!

We drank BALTIKA!!

Eurotrip, day 17

Fed up with French prices (it's really an issue) we hit the road to Barcelona. The car started blinking because of overheating. After careful investigation, turns out it's mostly false alarm. Anyway, it gets me worried.

As we hit Spain, I'm the designated speaker, which means I have to speak Spanish. Half of my family won't talk to me ever again, but ok... The climate makes me feel at home, at least. We found good maps and tourist info, so the search for accomodation should be easy. Or at least easier.

The closed parking won't be cheap, but the car is safe. Then the hostal is fancy, but expensive. La Rambla is full of prostitutes, Ziga received an ass compliment with a badly disguised purpose behind it and the whole place is a comic freak show. Lovely.

Eurotrip, day 16

We left Cote d'Azur and its prices and kept on moving to Montpellier. Our diet consists mostly of sandwiches. And not quite fancy sandwiches, except for the those with a big GDP per capita.

Montpellier looks quite nice, and we managed to find a camping spot in decent hours. Loaded up with Quick burgers (not so giant, really) and set the tent in that fancy place in the middle of a field. The idea was to keep the car next to the tent, but our quest for alcohol at Carrefour took too long, and we couldn't bring Rezna in. Tough shit, I took the tent.

As the trip gets long and demanding, we did the right thing. We got drunk in the car. About time.

Eurotrip, day 15

We took a quick guided tour around Torino, where the prostitutes look nice and work daytime also, and gatherings of antique cars colour the streets a bit more. Then a nice meal to gather strength for the road, and off we go again.

Rezna crossed the Alps at over 1400m high, burning some rubber, we hit France, drove for a while, then hit Italy again, and finally France once more. Stupid road. As classy as we looked, we certainly released some magic around the Cote d'Azur, where the bitches are nice and look more expensive than those in Riga, and eventually slept outside again. Well, Frederic and I took the car, but our Slovenian crew took the woods. Balkan style. Fuck yeah.

We sure have some problems with camping protocol.

Eurotrip, day 14

We woke up early for some reason, maybe the broken backs from sleeping inside the car, our Belgian trooper chose the stones by the lake over Rezna's floor, and we went for a morning swim before moving West. Quick stop in Piacenza, and then we hit Torino, to drop off a packet. Giacomo and his family provided some of the best lodging conditions so far... homemade pizza beats it all! We're grateful for the hospitality.

The Italian nightlife is quite peculiar... a crowd on the streets and no party at all. Just people walking up and down and looking good. No surprise, at 5 euros a beer... And by the way, football is indeed an international language. Two guys who claimed not to speak english lost all shame talking about the summer transfers.

Eurotrip, day 13

We left Slovenia late again, with a bit less luggage and a lot more organized - no longer the amazing amount of loose paper and plastic bags that gave the car that special gipsy touch. All cardboard boxes now. Classy. We have a new passenger, Matevz, also travelling to Madrid.

We stopped at the Slovenian city of Trst, occupied by Italian senior citizens, to get the sea smell, then off to Venezia, which we skipped because I couldn't park the damn car, missed Bologna (and I know someone who will suffer for this one) and ended up sleeping in the car by Laco di Garda, because no camping place would take us at that time. That was a pity, with so many girls for Ziga to feed on :)

Frederic is a trooper, he took the floor of the car!